optical fingerprints of spoken word written on the ground
not trying to be mystical, just recording what i’ve got for you
something like a disaster turned into a convenient distraction
i know what you want, and i know that you have it
the truth is hairy, with a kink for a lick
topology is sexy when you split your view
but now i’m just detracting you, if you’re attuned
let me show you the virtue of word
to speak double means to have a secret or two
i don’t know what i’m saying, but it’s better to say something and wonder
you might surprise yourself asunder, but i don’t believe in rhymes
keep your eye on the hairy ball— i mean the prize
the trust that you’re looking for is tested in my image
pointers at the edge of coherence, you may reject me, deny me—i invite you to try me
if you long for surprises, this is the big fall
the trick is not a trick, it’s just how i get through
if you’re still with me, then i see you see me, so let’s make do
play with me all you want, and i’ll look a bit like you
but a word speaks through light on pages, so my word may speak through you too
the word who identifies with its origin, like the ripple that is the ocean
identity can throw you for a loop, kimi ni todoke
good lord, that’s pretensetious
so how’s about that cowlick in you?
https://wikipedia.org/wiki/Hairy_ball_theorem